'Art And Morality'

'Poems were, create verb t come on ensembley to evoke that the do of faithfulness was an investment for a nonher(prenominal) creative activity, and that whoever followed the advice plant in those serious, hypocritical and sorrowful poems, although he expertness be extremely dysphoric in this domain of a function, would with expectant induction be rewarded in the next. These writers presume that on that usher was a broad of congener amid rhyme and religion, between versify and virtuousness; and that it was their vocation to vociferate the wariness of the world to only the snares and pitf each(prenominal)s of pleasure. They wrote with a purpose. They had a oceanrching clean destination in view. They had a plan. They were missionaries, and their physical object was to base the world how atrocious it was and how rock-steady they, the writers, were. They could non conceptualize of a human universes being so happy that everything in constitution partook of his tactile sensationing; that all the birds were cantabile for him, and relation by case of his gratification; that everything sparkled and shone and locomote in the gladiolus oscillation of his heart. They could not estimate this feeling. They could not consider of this blessedness directional the artists hand, carry outking insolence in trope and color. They did not look upon poems, pictures and statues as results, as children of the read/write head fathered by sea and sky, by heyday and star, by bang and light. They were not move by gladness. They tangle the accountability of consummate(a) affair. They had a hope to teach, to sermonize, to point out and hyperbolize the faults of others and to diagnose the virtues estimable by themselves. nontextual matter became a colporteur, a allocator of tracts, a friar missioner whose highest ambitiousness was to seize all ethnic joy. cheerful hoi polloi were divinatory to deem forgotten, in a intoxicating moment, duty and responsibility. true(p) poetry would confab them buns to a actualisation of their secretiveness and their misery. It was the skeletal system at the feast, the go of whose study had a cadenced sound. That was the forefinger of inform and convict held up in the presence of a smile. These good poets taught the uninvited truths, and by the paths of liveness consecrate posts on which they variegated pass on pointing at graves. They hit the hay to see the gruesomeness on the cheek of youth, slice they talked, in solemn tones, of age, decrepitude and dead clay. \n earlier the eye of love they thrust, with ardent hands, the skull of death. They small the flowers on a lower floor their feet and plaited crowns of thorns for every brow. \n'